Surprisingly, there was a package on the table for me. It was from Sandy.I took the package into my bedroom and opened it.The note inside said, "You m...ght need these training pants for a little protection against leaks. Don't worry, they're whisper quiet."Inside were three pairs of plastic pants with flannel linings.How did she know?I pulled on one of the pairs of training pants. The plastic was a baby looking print and the inside flannel, a light blue. I walked around and she was correct, they. Faizi then helped by pulling it off over his head. Then I was just inches from his thick, dark brown, circumcised cock which has a huge head and thick veins. I saw that it was just beginning to harden, and it was still about eight inches long. I looked at his moderately hairy body and that massive cock and could hardly believe that I was sitting in front of such a man, who also has a virile and musky scent. I instinctively reached out to hold his cock and balls and was overwhelmed with a desire. Followed swiftly by a matching blow to the right. The crop continued to land on both buttocks with swift, painful regularity. I heard her breathing intensify and then, eventually, she paused, now breathing hard.“You know what’s coming Slave, don’t you?"“Yes Mistress, I do.” I had been waiting, dreading her turning her attention to my exposed balls and cock, now only semi-hard after my beating with the crop.“Slave, your pathetic girly cock is a disappointment to me and I am going to punish it. Savannah’s weight gain was apparent. Her black monogrammed apron no longer hid her firm yet bulging belly. Moreover, the banded sleeves on her white uniform shirt caused her pudgy arms to bunch their fat at the elbows. Her face remained beautiful yet exhausted.“But you’re taking a break now, right?” Maddi nodded. “Here.” She slid the bag forward. “Just look at it.”“Oh.” She replied. Savannah kept her mouth gaped in a state of shock—as if Maddi just read her mind. “My favorite sandwich.” Then.